Chapter 111: Does This Guy Still Have Face?

Zhang Wenhua took out a bag from his arms, threw it on the long case on the high platform, and said contemptuously: "Don't say that I bullied you, one million high-grade amethyst stones, ten bottles of second-grade demon beast essence blood, ten Holy Spirit Pills, and one moonlight spirit grass, as long as you can come up with something of equal value, I will count you as a battle." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hiss......" Everyone gasped, these cultivation resources were too abundant.

Hu Yue didn't understand any of them: "Nima, what the hell are these?" ”

200,000 medium-grade amethyst stones have already made Hu Yue crazy, however, this guy who came out of nowhere, the bet of an ordinary battle killed a million high-grade amethyst stones, as well as the essence blood of demon beasts, damn, I have never heard of it.

The Holy Spirit Pill and the Moonlight Spirit Grass Hu Yue had no idea, but they could be put together with millions of high-grade amethyst stones, so they wouldn't be far behind.

The faces of the many disciples of the Saint Feiyun Pavilion were a little unnatural at this moment, and they only knew now what was the meaning of the foundation, this little disciple of the Moon Worship Sect could take out so many cultivation resources at his fingertips, Tuhao.

The people of the Sword Spirit Sect also changed color slightly, they couldn't imagine that the other party would be able to use so many cultivation resources as a bet, could it be that the other party would not be able to eat them.

He Zhengfeng glanced at the senior sister beside him, and saw that she didn't say anything, so he also took out a bag of tips, threw it on the long shore, and said coldly: "Please also ask the elders of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion to be the referee, otherwise the child who worships the moon will not be credited, then I will not lose a lot." ”

Although he didn't say what was in the bag, it would definitely not be much worse than the cultivation resources provided by Zhang Wenhua.

Originally, this high platform was the place where the Holy Feiyun Pavilion tested the cultivation talents of the first and second generations of disciples, but as soon as the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect and the Moon Worship Sect came, it evolved into a place where the two sides fought.

Liu Qing and Li Cuilian, as the presiding elders of this test, naturally didn't want the two forces to mess up their task, but both of them understood that the disciples of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion rarely walked down the mountain, and their cognition of the outside sect forces had always been passed on by word of mouth, so the two agreed to the request of the two parties after a brief exchange of divine thoughts, which could be regarded as an eye-opener for the disciples of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion.

After all, the current Holy Feiyun Pavilion is only a second-class medium-sized sect power, and it has declined to the low point of the reputation and status of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion since its establishment.

He Zhengfeng and Zhang Wenhua each selected three people from their visitors, after all, they often fight each other, so they know each other well, and if they want to attack them unprepared, they must choose martial artists who are unfamiliar with their opponents.

"Okay, I've decided who I'm choosing, now who's going to start first." He Zhengfeng said proudly.

"To be fair, let's draw lots." Zhang Wenhua didn't dare to hold it up at this time, he despised his opponent strategically and attached importance to his opponent tactically, this is really a gambling master.

Soon, both sides drew lots, and Zhang Wenhua of the Moon Worship Sect sent people to test it first, followed by He Zhengfeng of the Sword Spirit Sect.

Just as the people and horses of the two sides were about to start the fight, an abrupt voice suddenly said: "Slow, you are here to show our Holy Feiyun Pavilion, you can come here to compete, pay the venue fee." ”

"What?"

"Who is it...... Stand up and see if I don't slap you flat. ”

"I heard you right, who is so bold, he only came out at a critical moment, what did he do before."

Everyone's eyes searched around, but many of the disciples of the Saint Feiyun Pavilion all looked at Hu Yue in unison.

The person who spoke was Hu Yue, but at this moment, many people's expressions were enriched.

Especially Yi Xueyao and Qiu Changyan, both of them subconsciously took a few steps back, as if to say: "It's none of my business, I don't know this guy, I really can't afford to lose this face." ”

A dignified Saint Feiyun Pavilion sect actually wants to charge other people's venue fees, how poor is it.

The corners of Liu Qing's eyes on the high platform jumped suddenly, if his eyes could kill people, Hu Yue would have been turned into scum in seconds at this moment.

It's a shame that this guy is still shameless, ask someone for the venue fee, you were kicked in the head by a donkey.

Soon, the people of the Moon Worship Sect and the Sword Spirit Sect on the periphery all discovered that the person who spoke was a young man in a blue shirt, who was looking at them with a look of disdain at the moment.

The people on both sides were a little surprised, what's the situation, this look is wrong, it should be that we despise you shameless guy.

"What do you call this brother?" He Zhengfeng took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, if he hadn't won Zhang Wenhua's people steadily, he had fallen in love with the tips on the high platform, for fear that if he was angry, he would have upset this fight, he would definitely teach this guy a hard lesson.

"Shameless, it's a shame."

Some disciples who knew Hu Yue didn't dare to walk over to say hello in the crowd.

Hu Yue didn't care at all, in the midst of all the attention, he came to the high platform, and said respectfully to Liu Qing and Li Cuilian beside him: Ancestor Liu, Uncle Li, disciple Hu Yue is polite.

"Hu Yue, don't mess around, how can you say that this is also the Holy Feiyun Pavilion, you can't do anything that violates the etiquette of the sect." Liu Qing was really afraid that Hu Yue would mess around, so he said loudly.

Hu Yue smiled slightly, nodded and looked at He Zhengfeng below and said, "Well, I am the first handsome and handsome chief male disciple in the history of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion, Hu Yue." ”

You are competing here, using the resources of the Holy Feiyun Pavilion, and delaying our qualifications, and you have to ask our sect's Patriarch Liu to be the referee, so you should have to pay a part of the gambling money.

Hu Yue said that he was not weak at all, on the contrary, his tone was full of confidence, all of which was a very joint requirement for him.

He Zhengfeng's expression was a little uncertain, he was wondering what Hu Yue meant, whether he was joking.

Zhang Wenhua couldn't bear it anymore, and asked casually: "This Senior Brother Hu, I don't know how much gambling money you want each of us to pay?" ”

Hu Yue smiled slightly, gave Zhang Wenhua a thumbs up, and said loudly: "The people of the Moon Worship Sect are refreshing, yes, I am optimistic about you, in fact, there are not many, only thirty percent of the gambling funds provided by each of you are needed." ”

Watching Hu Yue's thumb gesture slowly turn into three fingers erected, the audience was silent, and they looked at Hu Yue's gaze, full of various meanings.

The lion opened his mouth, what is the matter?

"You ......"

"What did you say?"

"Thirty percent of the gambling money, what's the difference between you robbing it?" A disciple of the Moon Worship Sect couldn't help but shout angrily.

"yes, it's just a bit of a space, it's too much."

Zhang Wenhua and He Zhengfeng's expressions were a little gloomy, is this guy here to make trouble?

If you want to stir up our competition, dream of it, let's make three achievements and three percent, and write it down when we go back, and sooner or later we will get it back.

Zhang Wenhua took a sharp breath and said, "Okay, three achievements and three percent." ”

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